Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.